The two chatted briefly, and Britney said that she was busy with the Chamber of Commerce's relocation and needed to go back to deal with it.

Rhett didn't try to keep him. He sent him to the castle gate and then returned to his room.

Sit on the edge of the bed.

Rhett closed his eyes and took in the world around him. It was no longer dark.

Mobilizing his spiritual power to feel it, the overwhelming earth element was like yellow sand, surging and undulating everywhere. It was like a river of quicksand, surrounding his body and emitting infinite mystery.

Rhett pondered silently, it turned out that his dispersion mystery had reached a very high level. The otherworldly realm he had felt before seemed to be the condensation mystery.

"Dispersion and condensation are both tied to the earth element. In essence, they are the infinite changes of the earth element, but they are difficult to grasp..."

Going from one extreme to another.

A flash of enlightenment came into Rhett's mind, and he controlled the quicksand around him to constantly change its shape, sometimes like spikes, sometimes like small sand wolves.

Then, he began to try to use his mental power to compress the earth element as much as he could, to see if if it was compressed to a certain degree, he would be able to touch the mystery of condensation.

But not long after, he gave up helplessly.

He was too naive. The mystery of condensation was indeed not something that could be realized by simply compressing the earth element. Just like the mystery of dispersion and separating the earth element, there was a world of difference between the two.

But he firmly believes that as long as he persists, he will reap the rewards one day.

There is a special connection between the mystery of dispersion and the mystery of concentration.

The wool he had collected from the sand elves had given Rhett an even greater boost in his understanding of the mysteries of dispersion, allowing him to achieve twice the result with half the effort.

As the realm of the mystery of dispersion continues to soar, realizing the mystery of condensation will naturally be a natural result.

Immersed in the profound insights, half a month passed.

In March, the sky is filled with mist and the grass is growing.

The catkins are flying, and it's still warm.

On the shore of Hanjing Lake, colorful spots of light flow on the sparkling surface, and fish, shrimps and crabs compete to jump out of the water. The already vibrant spring is overflowing with vitality.

The breath of nature permeates every corner.

By the lake, a man and a woman snuggled up to each other, sitting on the green lawn, their expressions full of affection and a hint of concentration.

Each of them held a drawing board, and the watercolor pens left traces on the canvas as their arms waved and their fingers moved flexibly.

A person is painting.

The other person is painting.

On the canvas in front of Ruilai, a ferocious and huge figure could be vaguely seen. It was covered with green scales, its eyes were bright, its claws were sharp and sinister, and its powerful aura seemed to be spreading through the white paper.

He looked focused, as the painting in front of him was a work he created based on his father's partial description of the dragon in "Panlong", his own imagination of the dragon, and patterns of some dragon-like monsters in the local world.

He planned to create a cover for his father's novel and had been secretly drawing for half a month, preparing to give his father a surprise when the time comes.

At this point, most of the work has been completed. The main body of the dragon has been completed, and only the surrounding background remains to be rendered.

He felt that he had exhausted a lot of energy and needed to slow down.

"Well, take a break!"

Riley put his pen to paper, finished drawing the last scale on the dragon's body, and put the watercolor pen back into the cylindrical pen holder.

He stretched himself and turned to look at his lover, Clina, with eyes full of love.

The other person was also painting intently.

Riley couldn't help but be attracted and looked at the canvas in front of Klina. He blinked and a smile suddenly flashed in his eyes.

The "person" in the painting, well, could barely be called a person, as he was painting on a board. Through the faint facial outline and the surrounding background, Riley could recognize that the painting was of himself.

After drawing a line with a dye pen, Klina turned her head and looked at Ruilai, saying angrily:

"Rylai, I haven't finished painting yet, why are you taking a break?"

"Well, because something is missing," Riley said with a bitter face.

"Huh? Is there some kind of paint missing?" Klina said naively, then looked at her pen holder to check for the missing paint.

The blue hair swayed and a fragrance wafted into the air.

Rilai looked at the extremely charming Klina, his heart eager to make a move, and the next moment he leaned forward and moved closer.

Two smears of crimson were pasted on.

“Hmm…Hmm!”

The world suddenly became quiet.

…

"Hateful..." Klina lowered her head and spoke in a voice as soft as a mosquito.

Riley put his arm around Klina's shoulders and smiled happily.

The two looked at the lakeside and recalled the scene when they first confirmed their relationship and kissed at Sun Lake.

The corners of his mouth lifted up unconsciously.

"Ruilai, let's go to Sun Lake some other day?" Klina said softly.

"Okay, I miss it a little bit too..."

It was dusk.

Klina returned to the castle before Rilai. She and Mina had an agreement to go to the rooftop together to watch the sunset at dusk.

Ruilai sat alone by the Hanjing Lake, watching the light on the lake change from bright and dazzling at noon to beautiful and soft at dusk, with an inexplicable feeling in his heart.

Suddenly, an idea came to my mind.

He held the watercolor pen in his hand again, and waved it as if possessed by a demon, leaving a thick and colorful stroke on the canvas in front of him.

In an instant, as if adding the finishing touch to a painting, the whole dragon seemed to come alive, lifelike, and even the surrounding scenery created an exceptionally strong atmosphere, making people feel like they were in it.

“Nice painting!”

A voice of praise came from behind.

Ruilai's joy and happiness at the success froze in an instant, his face suddenly changed, and he quickly stood up and looked behind him.

There was vigilance in his eyes as he looked at the figure in front of him.

An old man in a white traveling cloak was standing on the grass. He had two shallow wrinkles on his forehead and a thin face. He was holding a dark wand and had a hood on his head. He also had a drawing board on his back and a medium-sized package on his shoulder. He looked quite unfamiliar.

"Who... are you? When did you come here?" Ruilai asked with a slightly cold expression.

"Hehe, don't be nervous, I'm a painter." The old man in white robe smiled and looked very gentle in the dusk.

Seeing that the other party didn't seem to have any ill intentions, Ruilai secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"You...are also a painter? What's your name?"

Ruilai planned to find out the other party's identity first and not be completely ignorant of the other party's information.

"Forget my name, you can call me White Hat." The old man in white robe said, "I have been here since early morning, from the time you arrived and started painting until now. I have observed everything clearly, and the finishing touch of your last stroke surprised me a little.

There is no doubt that your painting skills have made a breakthrough in the end!"

There was a hint of surprise in Ruilai's eyes, and he thought that the person in front of him understood painting... Wait!

The other party just said that he had brought him here since morning? Didn't he have been observing him? Then, the intimate scene between him and Klina also fell into his eyes? Ruilai's eyes suddenly became weird.

"Ahem." As if he had guessed what was in his mind, the old man in the white hat said calmly, "I don't have the habit of prying into other people's privacy. When something happens, I just wander around somewhere else."

Really? Ruilai was suspicious and did not believe the other party's explanation, but he knew that it was meaningless to delve into it.

The man in white hat shook his head, bent down to pick up the drawing board on the ground, pulled out two watercolor pens from the pen holder, personally condensed the water element, and moistened the pen tips.

Immediately, amidst Ruilai's exclamation, he quickly left two strokes on the painting he was preparing to give to his father.

"What are you doing?!"

There was a flash of anger in Ruilai's eyes. This was a gift he gave to his father, and he would not allow anyone else to destroy it.

He snatched the drawing board away, and the man in the white hat stared at Riley with an unchanged expression.

Ruilai looked at the painting after the two strokes were added, and his expression suddenly froze. The next second, his heart was in turmoil, and he was so shocked that his eyes almost popped out.

At this moment, the picture on the drawing board, the giant dragon flying through the clouds, retained its vividness. It was ferocious and violent, but also had a sense of mystery and grandeur, which suddenly raised the level to a higher level.

As he stared at the dragon, it seemed to be staring back at him.

Even if I turned my head and glanced sideways, I could feel the other person staring at me coldly.

It seemed as if it could emerge from the painting at any time and give him a breath of destructive dragon breath.

Riley suppressed the shock in his heart and put away all his emotions, and the initial unhappiness disappeared.

Looking at the old man in the white hat again, there was a hint of solemnity in his eyes.

He had already clearly recognized that the person in front of him was a master painter with profound skills, whose level was far superior to his own!

The two strokes he picked up effortlessly were far superior to his own sudden inspiration, and the difference was immediately apparent.

He held the canvas in both hands, examining it carefully, and was reluctant to let it go. How great would it be if he had drawn it himself? After a moment, he sighed with a complicated look, "Thank you, Mr. White Hat."

This painting, which is the result of my hard work, has not only become more outstanding after being improved with this finishing touch, but as the original author, it is easier for me to learn some skills and experience from it.

"Haha, you're welcome. I can feel that you really like painting and have a certain talent." The man in the white hat looked at Ruilai with a smile in his eyes. "This is rare among magicians. I have lived for most of my life, and I have not seen many magicians willing to invest their energy in painting. Even if there are, they are just small-scale and low-level. In addition to meditation and magic, most people also learn alchemy as a secondary profession.

You are an exception!"

Ruilai was silent, and then heard the white hat say: "I plan to stay here for a while. Would you like to learn painting from me for a few days?"

There was a flash of surprise in Ruilai's eyes. He didn't expect the other party to have such a plan.

Teach him to draw? He lowered his head and glanced at the vivid dragon on the drawing board. It seemed as if there was really a life sealed in it.

Ruilai showed a hint of hesitation, and had to admit that he was moved...

Return to the castle.

Ruilai found his father immediately and reported everything that had happened today.

At this time, Rhett was sitting on a chair, holding a crystal glass and gently fiddling with it, causing the red wine in the glass to sway.

Rhett touched his chin and stared at the canvas brought by Riley, with admiration in his eyes.

"This painting is excellent. If it is hung in the exhibition hall, I'm afraid many people will come to see it," Leiter commented.

Then he looked at Ruilai and said with a smile: "You are already tempted, it won't hurt to learn painting from White Hat. Such a good free opportunity doesn't come often.

If you want to study again in the future, you will have to pay.”

"Hmm? Pay?" Ruilai caught the word sharply, and paused holding the cup, and asked in surprise: "Father, what do you mean by pay?"

"Oh? Didn't White Hat tell you?"

"What?" Riley was even more confused.

Leiter made a strange expression and continued, "I noticed the White Hat when he first arrived at my territory today.

I also talked to him and wanted to invite him to join the territory, but unfortunately he didn't agree.

But in the end, he promised me that he was willing to open a studio in Dark Eagle City, so if I want to learn painting in the future, I will definitely charge a fee. Whether he can even teach ordinary students advanced techniques is another matter."

"Open a painting studio?" Riley blinked. Thinking of White Hat's superb painting skills, it made sense.

"That's right. In the afternoon, I accompanied him to pick a suitable location in the city, near the administrative office, next to the Spring Fruit Tea House." Lei Te smiled and winked, "It's very close to where you work."

Ruilai's eyes were filled with realization. It seemed that the other party had really left in the afternoon and had not spied on him and Klina...

He secretly breathed a sigh of relief, then asked, "Father, how strong are the White Hats? I felt nothing when I came into contact with them this afternoon."

"A sixth-level magician, very powerful." Rhett said seriously.

"Sixth-level magician?" Ruilai was stunned for a moment, and suddenly remembered what his father said just now, that he could sense the arrival of the white hat.

This doesn't seem like something a fifth-level magician can do, right? Facing Ruilai's puzzled and puzzled gaze, Lei Te smiled faintly and released his mental power casually, demonstrating his level as a sixth-level magician.

Originally, Lei Te planned to temporarily conceal the news of his breakthrough, but among the three sons, Rui Lai's status was slightly special, and he shared many affairs in the entire territory for Lei Te. Knowing the true strength of a lord would make it easier to manage the territory and deal with some emergencies.

So, after a little thought, Rhett told Ruilai about his strength.

“This… is incredible!”

Ruilai's eyes widened slightly, and the shock in his heart was no less than when he saw the advanced painting skills of White Hat in the afternoon.

But it has only been a little over a year, and my father has already made a breakthrough to the sixth level of magician. According to this trend, wouldn't my father have reached the peak of the great magician a hundred years ago?

Only one step away from the Holy Land? By that time, wouldn't it become the top family in the Kingdom of Jinlun?

Ruilai noticed that he was lost in thought and came back to his senses. He looked at his father with slightly complicated eyes, which showed surprise, envy, but more of joy!

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